Water was dripping from the old ceiling of my library, a gust of wind was blowing from the dark deep end where the awaited shelves will be organized.

Bookshelves were kept neat and clean while the books in it were arranged in order by the librarian.

I didn't make a mistake by devouring them, they are more disciplined and useful here.

The dream eater was merely an old fat outer god, Dokja was making him seem a big deal not that he's weak just I'm too powerful.

Not to mention the other antiques here, well I'm older than them, they are just a bunch of cocky brats bullying the weak.

Now I'm keeping my gaze on them, they don't dare make a mess... Haa... Dokja never listens.

I just have to protect him no matter what-

"Dokja, don't look", I said knowing he wouldn't listen and as usual to scare him I used the probability storm.

All days are same this amusing guy will ditch himself and I will have to save the day in the end, not like I can't, I'm just too superior to be dealing with these merely true voices of shit constellations.

I can only remember the words of master to save this Dokja, can't remember the face of my master anymore...

How long it has been since she gave me that order? 1800 years, 21000 years or more?

Time sure is a pain in the ass and this Dokja keeps ignoring me again?

I should have let him die when his consciousness was about to fade in sleep yet I can't bring myself and kept talking to him to keep him awake.

This Wenny oldie... I wanna eat him to shreds but if I do that Dokja's plan will fail.

How do I know? Because I can read his thoughts I'm basically managing his whole mental stability.

Now he wants to go to the 73rd demon realm, eh?

Hehehehe, this cheeky brat never fails to amuse me.

It's been a long time since I'm trying to wake him, but he doesn't open his eyes, why this guy acts like he's doing all the work.

"Dokja, wake" used probability again his end will be having a hard time managing it.

Then this bart or rather my current master woke up and started looking around like a fool, remembering the chapters he read in TWSA.

Each time he does that the books in my library gets all messed up, poor librarian have to organize them again.

My master, took a dragon heart to replace his, picked a few more things but not something notable, I will say all was shit trash.

This city or whatever it is seems like a shabby place where this ugly king will use his half constellations like power in half ass condition.

If it weren't for me, this guy's storyline would have broken apart a lot while ago.

That's it I'm tired now, going to take a nap and eat his fables.

"Sleeping, Dokja" I said.